The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never

Sta Come Torre Ferma, Che Non Crolla Giammai La Cima Per Soffiar De' Venti. Be Steadfast As A Tower That Doth Not Bend Its Stately Summit To The Tempest's Shock.

He Listens Well Who Takes Notes.

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.